Okay, I'm going to have to rethink my guess, because I suddenly have a strong feeling about this.

This isn't just a story- this is artwork. I love how you portray Narcissa as a self-sacrificing woman who is just trying to hold her husband together. I especially like your use of a shield metaphor to describe her lying to herself in order to keep her composure.

I think that the bit at the beginning was referring to Luna. I wonder if Narcissa would still secretly pity her if she wasn't a pureblood? Although I think that the implication was that she didn't know either way.

I also love the line where Lucius is likened to a shadow; it fits his DH characterization perfectly; he's half the man he once was. By contrast, Narcissa has to grow even stronger for her family in order to withstand the pressure of it all.

This is absolutely beautiful, and just... gah. Love it!

This was very short, yet far from being under-developed. Everything was perfectely clear, and both Lucius' and Narcissa's behaviours made sense here. On one hand,, Narcissa keeping her dignity even when she's at her worst,, That is exactly how I think she would have reacted to Voldemort's presence in her house: mouth shut but head high. On the other hand, Lucius silently keeping an eye on his wife, putting love in every single gesture to make her forget, even if he knows, deep down, that she never will.
I felt reallly touched by both of them, and by how they understood the importance of staying close to eachother in such difficult moments.
Finally,, your writing style is excellent, the descriptions very beautiful, each metaphor very well-thought. (I do not know if that's only me, but I really liked how they seem to fight against the war by sharing their love with eachother)

I really loved it.

Oh, Narcissa!

I love what you did with this. The Churchill quote, yes? That, or Mother Theresa's. A mix? In any case, I love this. Voldemort is such a troll - forcing the Malfoy to host him, to have prisoners and torture and death in their home, through all of DH, is just so cruel. A subtle, yet merciless way of punishing Lucius. I always felt sorry for poor Narcissa having to live under these conditions, and you not only did a good job with her, but you digged into her marriage as well!

I love what they've become. The facade, the cold and perfect couple Harry first runs into in GoF is long gone, but they still find comfort and solace in each other. I love the part where Lucius kisses her hand in "silent wonder" - she, apart from Draco, is the only good thing left in his life.

Loved this! Great work.
And I'm guessing, uh... Azz? You ship Lucissa, and there are italics here. Your Narcissa is certainly much like the Cissy Az writes... but I'm not sure? The language, choice of words is very Az too, but it's not 100% your style... I think? So maybe someone who writes a lot LIKE you, but isn't you?

Oh, who am I kidding, I've no idea. No porn though, so it ain't Gamma.

Wow. Thank you to whoever wrote this for me! I thought that the writing was beautiful, especially the description, with lines like, "irony, dripping, staining her house," and "Lucius' every touch was an apology, every kiss an offering.." You have a way of capturing exactly the right emotions without paragraphs of explanation, and it comes across so well here. I do love your Narcissa/Lucius, their dysfunctional yet oddly functional relationship, her strength and his devotion. You managed to capture so much with such a short insight; this is wonderful.

LUCISSAAAAA! About time they got some representation. ;)

This was wonderful. Everything about this was perfection. The writing - simple (perhaps made even more so by contrast, having just read the entry posted just prior to yours), but conveying so very much, in spite of, or perhaps even because of, it. This line in particular stuck me as not just beautiful but very poignant: "The war sat at her table, feasted in her home, hollowed out the faces of her husband and son..." And this one: "He took her in like a man drunk with desperation, long deprived of hope." Ahhh, I love them. You make me long for my OTP like no other, you brilliant author, you. ;)

In particular, I love how delicate and balanced this is. Just like Narcissa's task of keeping Lucius whole and safe, you write with a very skilled hand - one that knows just what to do at what moment, where to push forwards and where to hold back (that ending, for example, the gentle fade-out that doesn't feel like prudishness).

It's gently written, with a simple, understated beauty, but not something to be overlooked, because that subtlety of emotion, writing, and characterization are exactly what make this brilliant, what elevate it from a mere story about two people during the war, to a story infused with passion, tenderness, and a delicate sense of the emotion and hardships that the Malfoy family is enduring.

This was lovely and beautiful and masterfully written.

I adore this depiction of Narcissa as someone who is very strong in their own quiet way. Just as we see in cannon she has her own agenda and although she appears far less often than her husband or sister she is just as pivotal a character and it takes someone very capable to look Voldemort in the face and lie. I like how you made her very complex and aware, as opposed to the usual characterization of her being sweet and unassuming. I honestly can't find anything to critique. Amazing work.

I really like this one. I think it's very close to canon-Narcissa in book seven as well. Her attempts to preserve her superficial beauty and on the outside to have some sense of normality left are well-described and I like your version of the caring relationship between the two and Lucius' attempts to make her forget for a moment but never really successfully. This was heavily implied in the scene between Lucius and Narcissa in the books as well.
I also like how you have her feel sorry for Luna but always trying not to admit that to herself because she can't face the idea that she might be doing the wrong thing and how she thought her pride about her upbringing and family could still protect her even though she knew deep down that it was lost through Voldemort's behaviour. Very well thought-out and well-written.